Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 4

Chapter 4

I didn't even bother to clean myself up before Sylvia arrived so when I met her at the door I was naked, sticky, and seething with lust.

The look on her face as I threw open the door was priceless.

Before she had time to react I grasped her by the neck, pulling her inside, slamming the door, and then pinning her up against it as I groped her roughly.

"What took you so long?" I grunted, my mouth right next to her ear.

She started to giggle, but then I took hold of her thigh, and squeezing it hard I growled, "Did I say you could laugh bitch?"

Her breath caught in her throat, and as I bit her neck, hard, she whimpered, "N-nooo s-s-siiir."

"All right you little fucking whore," I said forcefully, pulling her over to the sofa. "I'm gonna give you the hard fuckin' a bitch like you needs."

I then bent her over, pulled up her skirt, and in one fairly deft motion I wrapped the waist band around my wrist, and ripped her panties off.

She squealed in surprise, and then moaned in fear, and pleasure as I plunged my stiff meat straight into her hot pussy.

She was so wet, and ready that I didn't feel the need to hold back, so I just started fucking her, hard.

I laid my chest on her back, holding her wrists over her head as I chanted into her ear, "Yeeaahh, you're dady's little whore, aren't ya baby? Yeah, you love daddy's cock up in your little pussy don'cha?"

Here I stood up, and started really pounding her hard, and fast, the slap every time my ...

... hips struck that thick, juicy ass made a staccato rhythm of her whimpering moan.

Then I pulled out, and slapping her on that round bum with my hand, I demanded, "Tell me how much you like it."

In a shaky voice, and with tears flowing down her face, she turned her head back, and whimpered, "Oh-oh yes da-daddym, I love-love my daddy's co-co-cock."

As I plunged my cock back into her, it suddenly occurred to me that I should have worked this out ages ago.

I mean, Sylvia was such a control freak in every other aspect of her life that there was a twisted kind of logic that she would get off on being dominated sexually.

Finding release in giving up that control.

As I pulled out, slapping her on the ass again, I felt a genuine rush of anger.

Why couldn't she have just told me what she wanted?

I would have been more than happy to give it too her because I am a people pleaser.

I derive genuine pleaser out of pleasing others, and no where is that more true than in bed.

As I once again penetrated her from behind, I realized that perhaps she didn't really know what she wanted until I gave it to her.

It was entirely plausible, after all, human psychology is a tricky thing.

Regardless, as I pounded her pussy, and she began squealing and panting hard, her vagina squeasing rhythmically around my thrusting shaft, it was clear that I'd found what she liked.

We'd had good sex in the past, but she had never cum so hard so fast.

I went in all the way as I ...